thisavrou_log | [Closed] The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me

Who: Papyrus, Chara, Frisk
When: March 21st
Where: The galley
What: Papyrus runs into an old... friend.
Warnings: Chara.

[Papyrus was ordered to spend a few days in the medbay, at least until his bones knitted themselves back together and his health had a chance to replenish. He'd agreed, mostly because being stuck in bed was a great excuse to stay away from that door he used to spend so much time in front of. It still hurt to think about. Palatino -- the other sort of monster, the man behind the door -- had turned out to be no friend of his. There was no love there.

It stung, but having friends visit and leave messages made him feel so much better. Even if things hadn't worked out, people cared about him, and he still had a lot of optimism for whatever came next.

In an attempt to stay busy and keep some semblance of normalcy, he decided to do something comforting and familiar. Making spaghetti sounded like a great way to spend an afternoon, even if he had no idea how he was going to punch all those fresh ingredients with one arm in a sling.

He was in the middle of awkwardly balancing a number of tomatoes and pasta boxes on his good arm when he turned around and spotted a familiar form in the doorway.

Uh-oh.

Chara hadn't responded to any of his messages or greetings in person, not really, but he still gave them a bright smile. There was always a chance that they didn't hate anyone anymore, right?]

Hello, human! How nice it is to see you!

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No, thank you.

['No-Thank-you-why-would-I-ever-want-to-learn-to-cook-things-with-you, they want to say, but they bite their tongue, refusing to turn around. He's so stupid, and it really would be easy to tear into him, but they really, really shouldn't this time. Chara opens the box and pours some sort of kitchen-made groat cereal out, barely closing the box when they're done.]

[Part of Papyrus really wants to close that box the rest of the way. Putting things back in order has always been his favorite way to relax, making things efficient and sensible. Sans left him plenty of messes to take care of, and though he complained often and loudly, in Snowdin and here on the ship, he didn't know what to do with himself if there wasn't a mess to put right.

Which made the chaos he was about to rain down on these vegetables that much more ironic and sad.]

Very well, Chara! Perhaps next time! I'm always willing to teach you the tricks of the trade, if you're interested!

[He sets up a pair of tomatoes in a line, the way Undyne taught him. Then he nearly takes his arm out of the sling, but the twinge of pain is a very effective reminder. He raises his left arm, curling his bony fingers into a fist.]

Prepare yourselves, healthy ingredients!!

[And down comes the fist with a hearty nyeh! Tomato chunks splatter everywhere -- the wall, the counter, the floor, and onto Papyrus himself. He seems pleased with the result.]

[Chara jumps, whirling around. The 'WHUMP' of the hit traveled through the counter and into the floor itself, and they're put everything they were doing on hold while they watch.]

[Congratulations, Papyrus. You have their attention.]

[A couple of tomatoes isn't nearly enough for all the sauce he's gonna need. This is meant to feed the ship, for all everyone always seemed to promise to grab seconds later! He sets up another line of vegetables before glancing over and seeing the look on Chara's face.

He's seen them sneer, and scowl, and snarl, and show every version of cold indifference that exists for fleshy creatures, but this is the first time they've shown any sort of genuine interest in what he was doing. Papyrus can't help grinning -- of course! The key to getting Chara to open up more is definitely punching! It makes perfect sense, and he's not sure why he never thought of it before now.

The more time the kid spends pulping vegetables, the less time they'll have to hurt people.

He sets up another tomato and and onion, and nods at them.]

Are you sure you don't want to try? These vegetables aren't going to sauce themselves!

[They shake their head again, reaching for their own bowl]

No, I don't have time for that.

[For someone who's obviously busy, they sure spend time watching Papyrus again if he turns back to his task. After the onion and tomato have been soundly vanquished and even more vegetables are brought forward, Chara suddenly says,]

Are you seriously going to smash all of those?

[They nod at the counter, where Papyrus' little pile awaits.]

Edited 2016-04-13 05:02 (UTC)

[Closed] The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me

HOW HAD I STILL NOT REPLIED? pretend this was there from the start.

IT'S OKAY BUDDY you've had stuff going on <3

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